[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

I wrote this ages ago, but just now realized how well it went with my previous post. So here it is in all it's roughness.


Missing
(A Companion Piece to Tea and Sympathy)
by Lilly Rose


Something was missing.

Exactly what that something was, he couldn't say. Not knowing didn't stop him from feeling its' absence. Like a dull ache in the back of his head, it was a pain that wouldn't go away. It made him angry, it annoyed him, and most of all it made him restless. He paced back and forth across the room several times before settling down at the piano. Banging away on the noisy instrument always made him feel better.

He raised his hands over the keys, then stopped. There it was again, as strong as before: the feeling that he should remember what was missing. That what was missing was an important memory he shouldn't let go of without a fight.

He slammed shut the lid with more force than necessary. He frowned at his own reflection in the high sheen of the polished piano. Memories? There were literally hundreds of people in this city trying to find their elusive collective past. He'd never considered himself one of those people. The past was the past, lost and irreparable even if it were found. The future could take care of itself. He lived, by choice, in the ever present Now.

At least he thought so until breakfast that morning. He sat at the table, still half asleep as he ate. That was when a sudden idea came to him, as if it had always been there waiting for him to find it.

He had the strangest feeling that the seat across from his shouldn't be empty.

A memory? Him?

He tried to go about his business and ignore it. Yet try as he might, the would be memory dogged his footsteps. A room down the hall from his made him think it would look better occupied. As it stood now, the empty room held an air of...incompletion?

His study seemed too dusty. On his neatly ordered desk, the hourglasses shone too new and unused. He almost thought one of the older hourglasses shouldn't be there.

He almost thought he remembered it in pieces....but there it sat whole.

The passenger seat of his beloved car evoked the same response as the empty chair at his table. He quickly gave up the idea of trying to outdrive his strange mood.

He had a favorite spot overlooking what remained of the city. He went there to think, to clear his head, and at times to brood. It was a lonely place, and he preferred it that way. He'd never brought another soul to share this space. So why did he bring the almost memory there? If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel another presence there with him. One that was always contemplative, sometimes talkative, usually silent yet eloquent in its' silence.

It was there, standing under the gray skies alone, that the almost memory and the emotions it evoked within him became too much. Like the coward he never imagined he could be, he retreated back inside to try and forget again. Which lead him back to his current defeated position, frowning at himself in the distorted reflection. Confused and wondering when he had lost something that was obviously more important than his peaceful life itself.

"What is it?" he demanded of empty air. "What is it I can't find?"

No one answered him- save for his butler, he lived alone.

-fin

Angel grimaced as she walked through the streets, taking as much care as possible to avoid the throngs of people flooding the streets. Something about this celebration she just didn't like; it wasn't that it celebrated Paradigm's existance, or anything like that, it was just that she didn't see many particular reasons to be cheerful about.

Her heels clicked against the pavement as she turned off into an alleyway, the music of cheer and happiness rapidly fading away. The silence here was broken only by the rustling of the wind and the rythmic kik-kik-kik of her heels.

She perked up her ears, having let her guard down, as an unfamiliar, or at least unbelonging sound crossed them. Angel looked back and forth, turning to glance behind, but the dreary alley revealed nothing but shadows. Then there came a whoosh, as if something had dropped down to the ground from far above. Angel spun around, coming face-to-face with a figure bathed in darkness, so that she couldn't see his face. But she recognized the sillhoutte perfectly.

"Alan Gabriel!" He grinned, and leapt at her, hand reaching to grab her arm. Angel slid to the side, trying to parry the attempt, but Alan made a slight hop as well, sliding right next to her. Swiftly he grasped both arms with his mechanical hand and pulled them behind her back, pulling tightly so that Angel had to bite her lip to keep from gasping.

"My, my," the cyborg teased, "you've got some fight in you." Angel clenched her teeth, trying as hard as she could to keep her voice from shaking.

"So what do you want?" she asked scornfully, "off on a mission from Alex?"

"Oh no. Nothing like that." he replied. There was a silence, neither speaking, and then Angel saw out of the corner of her eye Alan's human hand, reaching out past her cheek with a small box, tied with a bright red ribbon, resting in his palm. He released both of her arms, allowing her to take the object before backing away slowly. She turned to look at him, and he bowed low, sweeping his hat off in a grand gesture and placing it back on his head as Alan rose, staring at her with that undecierphrable smile.

"Merry Christmas, naughty kitty." And with that he was gone, leaping back up to the rooftops. Angel looked on for an eternity, before finally looking down at the present. She slowly pulled on the ribbon, letting it flutter down to the ground. She gradually peeled away the wrapping, and flipped open the box underneath.

There, sitting within it, was a black, dark, lump of coal alongside a note.

"Dear kitty.
Do you like it?"

And Angel laughed as she tucked the box inside her coat, strolling out of the grim alleyway back into the bright, cheerful, Heaven's Day decorated streets, while far above, white drops of snow began to float down from the clouds.
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LillyRose, those are excellent, and very sad and emotional. Poor Dorothy and Angel. Poor Roger. No girlfriends for you.

Oh, Tea and Sympathy is a very nicely written scene! It does a great job showing the toll that knowledge is taking. Then Missing shows the toll that avoiding memories takes on Roger. I look forward eagerly to more of your work, LillyRose.

Big Finale, I never expected your story to take the turn it did. Nice job! It is a pleasure to see more from you, too.

Pygmalion

Thank you all who responded to my attempts at fic. I really appreciate the kind words.

And Big Finale, that was just funny. I'm still chuckling. Your description is nice; I can see the scene in my head, right down to Angel's laugh at the end. Knowing her, she'll probably go home and put it up on the mantleplace. (If she has one) "Merry Christmas, naughty kitty." *snerk*

Ditto. Your first attempt at fan fics is quite cool. A 9.98 out of 10.
Boy, I thought that Gabriel creep was dead. Oh, well. I guess that why we have imaginations for. We can bring anyone from the imagination dead at anytime. That's cool to do when it comes to story writing.

Here's something relatively short about the freeze that Binghamton is currently having where I woke up to a temperature this morning of minus 1. Brrrrr, that's cold coupled with a twenty mile per hour wind when I went to the GIANT this morning to get the local paper and a bag of M&M's. The short story is where a similiar sub-zero cold spell is gripping Paradigm City and both Dorothy and Roger.

"THE SUB-ZERO PROBLEM"
Cast: Roger Smith, R.Dorothy, Megan the maid and Angel Smith and the debut of Roger Jr. (Yup, the Smiths have a new baby boy).

Date: December 20 Time: 1pm. Place: Paradigm City, Roger Smith's home. Temperature as of that hour?: -13*F (That's really cold)

The time is 1pm in Paradigm City. The skies are perfectly sunny with no wind whatsoever. The citizens of the city are doing their normal activities. However, as the people are walking down the sidewalks, everyone's breath is showing due to the sub-zero temperatures that are really gripping the city. The temperature? It was minus thirteen as of 1pm. Well, that was what the radio announcer said as a black car was traveling down the main road. In the car was R.Dorothy, Angel and Roger Smith. Where were they going? They were heading home from a peace conference in Albany,NY. The conference itself was a great success and Roger was looking forward to the next one.

"Golly, that was a great conference, hon." Angel said, being in a great mood.
"It was, darling. Dignitaries from all over the globe were there. I loved the part where the delegate from Australia said he was going to bring twenty-five sheets of pizza." Roger replied.
"Mr.Smith! You would say something like that! You're a louse. Gosh, you're one incredible guy."
"Thanks. I actually hope that each one is loaded with pepperoni."
Angel broke out a hysterical laughter.
"Why do humans always laugh at someone elses jokes?" Dorothy said.
"That's just the way humans react when a punch line like that is so funny."

The Smith car finally arrived at the house and went into the tunnel which also led to Big O. Underground, the car pulls up to the entrance way. Roger, Angel and Dorothy got out and headed for the door.

Inside, Angel sits down on the couch, picks up the remote and turns on the TV. The program she switched on was a TV-14 program called "The Political Files." This program was her favorite one. Roger and Dorothy came with a tray loaded with Nachos and soda.
"Watching your favorite, Angel?" Roger asked, grabbing a bag of nachos which also had a bag of cheese inside.
"Yes. Today, the program is about examining why the government of Antartica is in such a mess."
"Oh, is that all."
"Is that all! Let me tell you something, negotiator. The government of the continent of Antartica has the lowest taxes on the planet."
"It does," Dorothy says. "None."
"Oh, it seems to work out well." Angel replies. She eats the whole bag of nachos.
"Speaking of Antartica, darling. I happen to be going there tomorrow with several churches from all different demoninations."
"Why's that?"
"They're having their first ever massive revival there being led by Pastor Jim Revlett."
"Pastor Revlett? Oh, my gosh! He's the best motivated pastor in America."
"Why are you going, Roger Smith?" Dorothy asked.
"To make sure that the revival goes well. Their goal is to win as many souls to the Lord as possible."

That night, Roger got to his Big and started it up. Then he led it outside and then the machine broke down.
"Oh,nuts! Now what?" he blurted. He checked the thermometer and saw that it read, -33. "Oh, man! That's why Big O broke down. I guess that it's just not my day."
Eventually, Megan fixed Big O and Roger made it to Antartica for the revival. The next day, he witnessed quite a revival at the event.
The next day, both Roger and Angel tended to their new baby who came into the world three weeks ago- Roger Smith Jr. Megan babysat him with Angel while he was at the revival event in Antartica.

"Isn't he grand, Megan?" Angel asked.
"He is, Mistress Angel." Megan replied.
Just then, junior Roger spat up. Both mom and Megan giggled.
"Now, don't get gross on us, Roger Jr."
Then in came R.Dorothy. Angel took the baby and gave him to Dorothy to hold.
"This is nice." Dorothy said. "A human baby. I was never a baby."
"You weren't Dorothy?"
"Everyone knows that I was built."
"I see." Megan said.
Dorothy handed the baby back to Angel, then went back into the kitchen to fix dinner. The baby began to cry.
"Awwwww, ya' hungry Roger Jr?" Angel asks her little son. Megan got out the bottle and tested the milk on her wrist.
"Perfect."

Just then, Roger Smith came in really shaking like mad.
"ROGER!!!" Angel screamed and went to his aid. "Are you OK?!"
"Man, it's got be about minus 40. That's what the clock outside the bank said."
Megan went to the window and saw that the glass was covered in very thick ice crystals.
"Goodness. This is really not good. We're in trouble, guys."
Angel turned on the TV and saw the red ticker at the bottom of the screen.
"Indeed. It's supposed to get to minus eighty." Angel replied, with a very concerned look.
Roger then had this feeling that this was no ordinary deep freeze.
"I don't like this one bit."
"Is there something we can do?"
"I'm not sure yet, darling. I can tell you this. I'm going to get to the bottom of this ever so increasingly suspicious case."

THE END- Stay tuned in a separate submission to see what this deep freeze is all about.

Very interesting. S'kinda hard imagining Angel as a mother....

A little Heaven's Day fun. Enjoy

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"Miss Dorothy, will you please come here?" Norman stood outside Dorothy's room.

"I will not Norman. I look ridiculus. I will not comes out looking like this." Norman sighed. Making the turkey had been hard. Putting up decorations had been difficult. Getting Dorothy out of her room was simply not fun.

"Please Dorothy. I'm sure you look fine."

Within her room Dorothy's gaze burned through the door. She turned to look in to the mirror she had recieved for her birthday. Had she understood the emotion, she was sure she'd be disgusted.

"Norman," she began, "Red is not my color." She heard him sigh frustratedly and walk off. She almost smiled. She had gotten her way. She looked in the mirror again.

What had Norman been thinking? Norman had replaced her normal black memory drive cover with a bright red one. The red felt-like dress was too tight and hugged her petite figure too well. The white furry that covered the heam, sleeves, and neckline was just plain annoying.

'Plus,' she thought, 'The whole thing is just too short.' After all, it landed almost 4 inches above her knee. Dorothy reached for the zipper. As she felt the metal tab she looked around for something to change into.

But there was nothing. Had curses been in her vocabulary, she probably would have been swearing enough to make a sailor blush. The memory of dropping her last dirty black dress down the chute that lead to the laundry room came back.

There very two options. 1. Walk down to the laundry room in her under garments, or 2. Walk down to the laundry room in the horrible red monstrosity.

She looked in the mirror. Option one began to look very tempting. Unfortunatly, the will to keep her modesty intact was to strong. She grasped the door and hesitantly turn the knob.

As she stepped outside she looked around. No one was around. If she was lucky, she'd get through this without anyone seeing her. Carefully, she snuck across the long hallway. 'So far so good.' Those would be otherwise be know as Dorothy's famous last words.

As she quietly walked past Roger's door, her keen ears picked up the sound of the latch of the door opening. 'Crap.'

As Roger imerged from his room, he was greeted with the sight of Dorothy in a short Santa outfit. Needless to say he stopped.

"Uh...Dorothy?"

"Go ahead Roger."

Roger looked at her oddly, "Go ahead? What do you mean?"

Dorothy stood calmly infront of him, "Say I look horrible. Laugh, makes jokes. Have your fun."

"But," Roger started, "You look great."

"You're lying Roger Smith." Roger decided to move toward her. He grasped her shoulders lightly.

"I'm not Dorothy. You look nice. Kinda cute actaully." Roger winked at her.

"Cute?"

"Yeah, your cute."

Dorothy's mouth curled in what Roger interputed as a smile. She slowly lifted his hands from her shoulders, "You're a louse Roger Smith."

Roger grinned. 'Maybe this outfits not so bad after all.'

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Originally posted by angelcakes 'So far so good.' Those would be otherwise be know as Dorothy's famous last words.

Mastery of heavy weapons aside, this is exactly why Norman is my favorite character from the series.
Dorothy in a Santa outfit. That screams for a fanart to be made of it. If an artist wants to expand their skills they could even do it showing Dorothy looking in the mirror at the outfit. or one could simpley show Roger discovering her wearing it in the hallway.

You could even have the person enter the drawing into the fan art contest and you could enter this little diddy! I want to see a pic or a comic though. That would be cute! Some artist contact this person for permission!

Edit: Actually, any of these Holiday pieces would be nice to see entered! You could expand them, or get some art! (Hey, if we could get some artist/writer teams together, that would be AWESOME!)

Later,
Pen1300

Merry Christmas, all so inclined. I hope you had a good one.

Angelcakes, what a cute and funny little story. That Norman is a devious one isn't he? I second the motion that one of our talented artists needs to draw Miss Wayneright in that outfit. Because, do you hear that? It's the sound of the fanboy's heads exploding. And oh yeah we all know Roger dug the outfit too. More than he cares to admit.

For Heaven's Day, a little word count excercise I wrote between opening presents and waiting for dinner. (And oggling my new Big O DVDs, of course!) 112 words exactly.


Wishes
by Lilly Rose

"What is your Heaven's Day wish?"

He looked askance at her. Perched on the railing, Dorothy didn't look back at him.

"On Heaven's Day, it's traditional to make a wish," she continued. "Do you have a wish, Roger Smith ?"

He didn't. As far as he was concerned, wishing was a waste of time. "Do you?" he turned her question back on her.

She jumped down from the railing and stood in front of him.

"No," she said. "At present, I have all I need."

With that, she walked past him and disappeared into the mansion He watched her go, an almost-smile twisting his mouth.

"Me too," he said quietly. "Me too."

fin

"The new unknown enemy" by BigRoomA.

Roger Smith, his wife, Angel Smith and their baby son, Roger Jr. were going down the street together in Paradigm City when they saw a whole new train set in the window at the city's largest department store. Roger Jr. saw it and started to point to it while making cooing noises.
"Whatcha pointing at, hmmm?" Angel asked. The baby continued to giggle as he was looking at the toy train set. "Ohhh, you love that train set huh."
"Why don't we get it, Angel." Roger Smith said. She raised one red flag to her husband's comment.
"Roger, the baby is too young to own a train set!"
"That's ok. You, me and Dorothy can play with it until Roger Jr. is old enough."
"Oh. Sure! Why don't we get the new train set. Would you like it, juniior?"
Roger Jr. made plenty of happy noises and gurgling sounds.
"I thought you'd like that."
Roger went into the department store and bought the train set.

Back home. Megan was putting together a vast table to fit the train set.
"There we go. That should do it." Megan said to herself. Then she went into the kitchen and mopped the floor.
One minute later, a man with a bunch of cardboard boxes arrived. Megan came to the door and answered it.
"Yes."
"Delivery for a Mr.Roger Smith!" The delivery man says.
"That's interesting. I don't recall Mr.Smith ordering anything."
"He just did madame. This is the laetst train set from 'Gracy's' which came to $2,200."
"My gosh. That's quite a price tag."
Megan signed the clipboard and the man left. Roger's maid was now left with twelve boxes that contained the latest train set with tracks also. Three minutes later. The Smith family arrived and saw that their gift has come.
"There we are." Roger said. "The train set is here."
"I noticed, Roger. Where can we put it?" Megan asked.
"In the ball room of course. There's plenty of room."

Then came early twilight and Dorothy assembled the train set in under one hour. The family came in and was very amazed by Dorothy's effectiveness.
"Great job, Dorothy! You're a great friend." Angel says, with a happy smile on her face.
"Thank you. I've always wanted to build a train set." Dorothy answered. Then she went over to the what Roger would call it- 'Paradigm Junction' "Time to start the Paradigm express- choooo, choooo."
R.Dorothy started the train by switching on the main switch which was located at the front of the table. Roger meanwhile came over and observed the action being crreated by the movement of the train moving on the tracks. Little Roger was really enjoying the action along by the sounding of the tooting whistle coming from the engine.
"You really like that. Don't you, Roger Jr?" Angel asks. The baby continued to enjoy himself. "Cool. When you're older, we'll let you have this train set, OK?"

Just then. The train came to a grinding halt. Everyone noticed including the baby.
"This is weird. Why did the train stop? Roger? The train has stopped moving!"
Mr.Smith came in and took a look at the train set.
"What's the matter, Angel?" Roger asked.
"Take a look!"
The negotiator took a closer look and suddenly from the engine car came a cyborg-like female. Roger reeled backwards, almost landing on his head.
"What the.....what is going on here?"
"Ha0ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'm Gina E-6. And I'm here to take over Paradigm City!" The cyborg boasted.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me get this straight. You want to take over Paradigm City for what reason?"
"I'm under orders to first destroy you and then set up a beacon on top of the main dome."
"Who sent you, Gina?"
"Have you ever heard of Schwartzwald?"
"Ohh, nooo. I thought I got rid of him! Nasty swine."
"Haaa! You can't get rid of the greatest criminal mind in the history of the city. This is the message that he programmed into me about several hours ago. 'Mr.Negotiator! Schwartzwald here. The following is a set of instructions that you must follow to the letter. Bring ten million dollars to Bingra and ninth by midnight or I'll release a swarm of trouble so bad that not even Big O could defeat it.' That is the message, Roger Smith."
Then the female cyborg exploded.

"That is not quite the way to go." Angel says. "Do you plan to do what he says?"
"No. I'm going to let the midnight deadline pass and see what Schwartzwald release his trouble to see what exactly what were facing."
"May not be a smart move, Roger." Dorothy replied.
"Maybe. There may be a chance that I could use Big O to destroy what that stupid mummy leashes out."
"I hope you're right." Angel replied with quite a look of worry on her face.
The midnight deadline passes and the phone rings. Dorothy picks it up.
"Hello. Yes. Yes. Really. Yes. Ok. I'll tell him immediately." Dorothy said and puts down the reciever on the phone.
"Was that Schwartzwald, Dorothy?" Roger asked.
"It is. Roger, there is an army of very gorgeous women with laser cannons heading this way."
"He's got to be joking."
"He is not. These women are trained to seek you out and kill you and all of us. We must evacuate upstate at once."
The family packed up and quickly moved to upstate New York. Meanwhile, Schwartzwald and the army of very gorgeous women strapped themselves to the lamposts on the streets. Then the girls take off their coats and strapped to their waists was one 4,000 pound bomb. Each girl had one attached to their belts. They they activated the bombs and the neighborhood that Roger once lived was leveled to rubble.
The military police and Officer Dastun came in and assessed the damage.

"Amazing that no one was killed. Incredible." Dan said.
"I'd say so sir, Why is that?"
"The entire neighborhood was on a trip upstate to see a waterfall."
"That's good. Where's Roger and his family?"
"They told me that they moved to upstate New York before that freaky mummy unleashed his plan. Why would he do that only to kill himself?"
"That's one question that is easily anwsered. Good bye and good riddance to a nasty criminal."

THE END.

This came from a conversation about Dorothy's height. A conversation brought on by a waitress at a local eatery who closely resembles what I imagine a "real time" R. Dorothy looks like. She's got the eye shape and the nose. She's also *tiny*. So that's where this came from.

Ep Ref'd: R.D


Small

She is so small.

At times, he wonders at her smallness.

The young woman who served as her model, the human Dorothy Wayneright. Was she so small, barely five feet and two inches? Or is R. Dorothy's petite figure constructed from whim and half remembrances? Had Timothy Wayneright idealized his daughter? Or had he made her replacement into what he thought she should have been?

A whim. Her petite frame seems to inspire an irrational need to protect her. If Wayneright wanted an eternal child, he built far better than even he could know.

Then why does her smallness inspire the same need in him?

Another thought pushes its' way to the forfront: the other incarnation of the memory of Dorothy Wayneright. The assassin, the dark twin of his own R. Dorothy. The personal nightmare.

R.D.

She was small as well. Small and deadly, and built from the same template. It was only after her threat passed that he began to question his previous idle speculations. Perhaps smallness had nothing to do with Wayneright's desire to alter the past. Perhaps smallness was a weapon. The idea made sense. A human might look at either android and see only their size. Not until it was too late would the unfortunate sap realize the incredible strength of the "little girl".

He has to forcibly stop that line of thought. R.D. is not R. Dorothy, as much as his nightmares scream otherwise.

Searching for a distraction, he looks to the porch. She's in her usual place, perched on the railing. She's so small, the first strong breeze might carry her away. He knows better, of course. Still, the sight of her smallness against the wind almost makes him smile.

A whim or a weapon. Either way, he's fascinated by it.

fin

There is some wonderful stuff in here!

LillyRose, you sure can set a mood!

I like these short pieces of yours, LillyRose; this one captures a pensive mood nicely.

Pygmalion

Just something that popped into my head. If people like it, I can take it a few places.

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The young mother looked out over the city skyline, the domes were lit up in the distance. Everyone in the city wanted to live inside the domes, but she was happy where she was. She picked up a few of her daughter’s toys and placed them in the bin against the wall, constantly amazed at how much mess a five-year-old child could produce.

Sleeping quietly next to the fire was the old man. Long had he ceased to play the role of butler, but the thought of him leaving never crossed anyone’s mind. He became the grandfather to their children. He was a jovial and spry man who could hold their attention for hours with a sleight of hand trick or a story, giving her precious time to herself. She tucked a blanket around him and smiled.

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Getting ready for bed was the worst, but Rachel was surprisingly well behaved tonight. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and put on her black and white cow print pajamas. However, something was missing. “Mama, where is Big?”

Her mother smiled down at her. “Probably right where you left him last.” She knew exactly where that was; the question was if her daughter did.

The little girl pondered, toying with the end of her long, black hair. “Is he in your room? We woke you up this morning!” Her mother smiled and nodded, and the little girl ran full tilt into the master bedroom returning with her favorite stuffed toy.

Standing at two feet tall, Big was a plush miniature of the black megadeus known as Big O. The girl’s mother had sewn him out of black fleece and trimmed him with pillowed panels and shields exactly like the larger model. Red fleece decorated the area where his cockpit was, and the crest atop his head that focused the chromebuster. The little megadeus rarely saw a night in which he wasn’t constantly protecting the small child from the monsters in the closet or beneath the bed.

Now happy, Rachel and her mother walked down the hall to her bedroom. The little girl climbed into bed and held out her arms, first to get a hug and kiss from mother, then to receive her megadeus. She hugged him tight as her mother tucked her in.

“Mama, the real Big will protect me tonight, too, right?” She was busy putting her megadeus through the arm motions that preceded the chromebuster.

“Yes, dear. Big O protects everyone in Paradigm City.”

The little girl smiled to herself. “He is my hero.”

The mother couldn’t help but smile. “And what about your father? He’s a very brave man, and he loves you very much.”

The girl considered this. “I love Daddy, too, but he’s just not as cool as the Big. He has a boring job.”

The mother smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “Your father does great things for the city. Now, get to sleep, there’s school in the morning.”

She walked from the bedroom and closed the door quietly. Returning to the living room, she saw a breaking newscast, reporting that the megadeus had defeated another foreign megadeus and had just disappeared beneath the city streets again. She turned off the television and headed to the kitchen. Her husband would be home soon and he would probably be hungry.

She made him a sandwich and poured a glass of milk and set them on a tray that she carried down the hall to the elevator. From far beneath the building, she alone could hear the approach of the incoming train. She entered the four-digit password, letting her access the floors that their little Rachel shouldn’t be on.

R. Dorothy Smith pressed the button for the hangar deck. Her husband would be home soon.

Now that's a good one. Welcome to the Big O fanfiction community DC.

Very nice! I for one would love to see you go further with this.

Okay...I'm liking the response. These things don't take long to write, either. Let's see how you handle this...

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Rachel Smith was running scared. Her mother had tried desperately to keep them all together, but carrying Tasha in her arms, she was unable to properly corral the other two. Even she had her limits. Only her elder brother, David, had managed to stay with mother in the panic, Rachel had been separated.

Rachel clutched her Big tightly to her chest and ran. Behind her the thunderous metal clashes stayed stationary. As long as the battling megadei stayed in place, she could get away. She thought back and remembered what her father had told her one time before they had left the house.

“Rachel, dear, if you ever get lost or separated from your mother or me you should find a military policeman. Tell him that your name is Rachel Smith and that your father is Roger Smith. You should then ask to be taken to General Dastun. The policeman will take you to uncle Dan and he will help you find me again.”

Rachel desperately wanted her mother or father right now, but uncle Dan would do just fine. She looked around and saw a young man in a long brown coat and funny hat. There was a bronze badge pinned to both, just like what uncle Dan wore. She started to run up to him. A beam of dark purple light surged high overhead and stopped her in her tracks. She turned and saw the towering form of a megadeus crashing against a building two blocks away. Trailing the invader was the Big O.

Rachel ran in the same direction the policeman ran. She couldn’t keep up.

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The smoke and huge clouds of dust slowly settled. The fallen megadeus had a perfectly circular hole in its chest. And towering above, looking none the worse for ware stood the Big O.

Rachel had been treated to a front row seat. She had ran into an alley and hidden in a basement window well, curled up as tight as she could, holding her Big out to protect her as she cried into his soft fleece. In front of her she could hear nothing but the roaring clash of metal on metal. She had been so scared she could hardly breathe.

Now that the danger was over, she uncurled from her ball and looked up. Standing in the road in front of her, going up as high as the sky, was the black megadeus. She craned her neck up and suddenly she couldn’t breathe again. The megadeus’ bright, glowing eyes were looking directly at her.

Inside the megadeus, Roger Smith let out a huge sigh of relief and turned to the screen on his right. “Dorothy, I found her, she’s safe. Though I think she’ll be having nightmares about this for a long time. I’ll take her to military police headquarters and pick her up in the Griffon. I love you.”

The image of his wife crackled and she smiled back. “I love you, too, husband. Hurry home.” Roger turned his attention back to the controls, manipulating them carefully.

Rachel was terrified by now. The black megadeus had turned towards her and was slowly lowering itself down onto its knee. The massive arm stretched out down the alley, the hand resting a few yards away from her. She looked up, into the eyes of the Big O and felt a strange calm come over her. She was not afraid, not of him. She stood and climbed into the outstretched hand. When she was sitting down, the hand rose slowly, then the megadeus rose up onto its feet. He turned and walked down the street.

Rachel turned in her wide perch to look at the megadeus again. She looked at his chest, at the dark red glass. She almost thought she could make out a human figure sitting inside. Impossible. She looked up to the face and held up her own Big. Maybe he would be happy to know that he had a friend, another Big just like him that he wouldn’t have to fight.

Roger halted in front of military police headquarters and moved to kneel again to let his daughter down but the controls stuck. He tried to push a little harder, but the stick would not budge. He was about to run a diagnostic when the stick pulled back of it’s own. Through the red glass before him, he could see the massive arm rising high to come on level with the head.

Rachel stood still, the giant, glowing eyes of the megadeus burning into her. She clutched her Big tightly for a second, then slowly held him back out. The megadeus regarded her for a second, then nodded.

Inside the cockpit, Roger watched his center display as it ran through a familiar pattern. The picture of his daughter holding her stuffed toy out was replaced with the judgment screen of the Big O. Cast in the name of God…ye not guilty.

Roger again had control. He set the hand down on the ground and watched as she climbed off and a policeman took her into the station. He rose and walked down the street for a block before sending the signal to be recovered by the Prairie Dog.

For the first time in many years, he heard the voice. “Do we control them, or do they control us, Roger Smith?” He jumped from the descending Big O onto the street below and paused to adjust his tie before walking to collect his daughter. Whatever the answer to the question, he knew his family would always be safe.

A very interesting pair of short pieces, Diverse Considerations. Thanks for posting them!

Pygmalion

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Originally posted by Diverse Considerations Inside the cockpit, Roger watched his center display as it ran through a familiar pattern. The picture of his daughter holding her stuffed toy out was replaced with the judgment screen of the Big O. Cast in the name of God…ye not guilty.

Well, I think Big O has just selected his next domineuse...

Nice job.